From Tattersall's came the roar of clamorous voices.

All around were evidences of that excitement which always precedes a great race.
"I think," he said, "that we had better watch the race from these railings.

Your gown will be spoilt in the crowd if we try to get out of the paddock, and you probably wouldn't get anywhere in time to see it." She acquiesced silently, recognising that, although he had not alluded to it in words, he had no intention of saying anything further at present.

Trent, who had been looking forward to the next few minutes with all the eagerness of a man who, for the first time in his life, runs the favourite in a great race, smiled as he realised how very content he was to stay where nothing could be seen until the final struggle was over.

They took up their places side by side and leaned over the railing.
"Have you much money on Iris ?" she asked.
"A thousand both ways," he answered.